"Elena, turn left here. We're going to Anya's lab first," Stefano said, his voice firm. "But first, Ghost, send a reply to Dominic. Tell him I'll be there. I need more than just a chip to fight these monsters."
Elena nodded once, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, and swerved left, leaving the main highway. The scent of burning plastic from the city center was still faint in the air, a constant reminder of Vivianne. Ghost, in the back, hunched over his laptop, muttering to himself.
"Dominic replied. He says, 'Good. See you soon.' Creepy," Ghost reported, without looking up. "Okay, approaching Anya Sharma's place. It's a quiet street. Two-story brick house, looks perfectly normal. Doesn't even have a visible alarm system."
"That's the point," Stefano said, checking his watch. They
